Sharon, the Horny Futa MILF

Matt and Jareth were skipping school to hang out at the arcade. They were seniors three weeks from graduation so they figured it wouldn’t matter.

Jareth elbowed Matt. “Dude, check out the hottie on the Dr. Chomps machine!” He gestured in the woman’s direction with his chin.

“Dude, you made me lose my last life!” Matt complained as his spaceship exploded. He turned to look where Jareth was pointing. “Holy shit.”

She was tall, with broad hips and a big, round ass stuffed into capri-cut jeans hiked up to her slim waist. The tight denim hugged every curve of her luscious legs. She’d taken off her right shoe and rested her bare foot against the back of her other calf, clenching and unclenching her toes as she concentrated on the machine.

The two boys watched in silence for several minutes as the woman bobbed her sizable ass up and down and side to side in time with her moves. The game made a sad series of bleeps and bloops and the woman’s shoulders sagged.

“Darn! I was so close to making the top ten!” She pouted and stood up from the machine. When she turned, the boys got a look at her face. She was in her early forties, just entering middle-age. The maturity lent a measure of smoldering sexuality to her face that was not attainable for most teens or twentysomethings. She also had a generous bust that filled out her blouse very well, even if she did need an industrial-strength bra to keep from sagging.

“Holy shit, dude, I think that’s Nadine’s mom!” Matt whisper-shouted, looking hurriedly away to hide his face. Jareth covered his, too, even though he hadn’t fully understood.

“Who?” asked Jareth.

“You know, Nadine. The girl from AP History,” whispered Matt.

“The dickgirl?”

“Yeah.” Matt nodded.

“What makes you say that?” asked Jareth.

“Dude, just look at her… not now, when she turns to the side again… see?” Matt was trying to peek over his shoulder as inconspicuously as possible.

The woman was digging through her purse for more change to put in the machine, her full lips pushed outward in a pout as she rummaged. Jareth sneaked a peek at her crotch. Sure enough, the bulging outline of a massive dong ran down her left thigh. The coloration on the jeans was paler all along its length, which ran from her bulging crotch clear down to the middle of her juicy thigh.

“Ugh, out of change,” she said out loud to herself and strode off in the direction of the change machines.

Matt and Jareth let out the breath they’d been holding, looking at each other in shock before bursting out laughing.

“Dude, it’s like she’s smuggling salami!” said Jareth. “That’s definitely Nadine’s mom.”

“I think she might be bigger than Nadine!” agreed Matt.

“Her tits sure are! Did you see those things?” Jareth cupped a pair of his own invisible tits to illustrate.

“Like melons! I could motorboat those in a hot minute!” Matt pushed his face into a pair of imaginary tits and shook it back and forth.

“Right? When’s Nadine gonna get a set like that?” asked Jareth.

“She’s just a late bloomer,” said Nadine’s mom. Somehow she’d appeared right in front of them while they weren’t looking!

“Ah!” the two boys almost fell over backwards in surprise. She towered above them, taller by almost a full head.

“And FYI, Nadine’s actually got me beat when it comes to erect size; mine’s just bigger flaccid. Still, I’m packing more than enough for most men to handle. Wouldn’t you boys agree?”

She put her hands on her hips and turned from side to side, showing off the full curvature of her monster bulge. It looked even bigger up close.

“Uhhh y-yeahhIdunno I wasn’t looking,” answered Matt, catching himself way too late.

“S-sure Ms. Nadine’s mom… m’am!” Jareth stammered.

Nadine’s mom smirked, the corner of her mouth disappearing slightly into her laugh lines. “Call me Sharon,” she said. “And shouldn’t you boys be in school?”

“We uhhh…”

“Ummmm…”

Her eyes narrowed. “Senioritis, huh?”

They hung their heads. “Yeah.”

“You’re not gonna rat us out to our parents, are you?” asked Matt.

Sharon stuck a finger under her lower lip. “Hmm…” She mused. The boys watched her expression with baited breath.

“Well, I don’t think Irene and Minnie would approve of you two skipping school…” she said, slowly. The boys’ shoulders drooped.

“…buuuut.” Sharon’s expression brightened. “I don’t see anything wrong with two boys having a little adventure! Learning is more than what you can get in a classroom! It’s about getting out there and experiencing everything life has to offer! Am I right?”

The boys’ faces broke into broad smiles.

“Really?” asked Matt.

“You’re not gonna tell?” asked Jareth, his eyes shining with hope.

“Nah. You boys worked hard all year, you deserve a little fun.” Sharon grinned.

“Wow!”

“Thanks Nadine’s m— er, Ms. Sharon,” exclaimed Matt.

Sharon giggled. “Just ‘Sharon’ is fine.”

Matt turned and slapped Jareth in the chest with the back of his hand.

“Dude, let’s hit up the frozen yogurt shop,” he suggested.

“Yeah!”

The two boys turned to leave. They’d barely gone even one step before getting jerked back by their collars.

“hurk!” they grunted.

“Where do you boys think you’re going?” asked Sharon, gripping the boys by the shoulders and drawing them in close so that their cheeks were practically touching hers.

“Uhh, I thought you said—” Matt began.

“I said ‘life is about learning.’” She paused to lick her lips. “So why are you in such a hurry to leave when there’s so much to learn right here?”

“At the arcade?” asked Jareth.

“No, silly,” Sharon snickered.

The two boys turned slowly. Sharon had partly unbuttoned her blouse and it hung open practically to her navel, giving them a generous eyeful of her black, lacy bra and the luscious, bountiful bust it could barely contain.

The boys gulped.

She dangled a keyring from a long, well-manicured fingertip.

“I swiped these off the manager while he wasn’t looking. Wanna check out the staff room?”

The two boys gulped again.

As if tethered on invisible leashes, Matt and Jareth followed Sharon’s swaying hips toward the back of the arcade to a door marked “Employees Only!”

Sharon shot them an over-the-shoulder wink and stuffed the keys in the lock. With a little jiggle she had the door open and was ushering them inside.

She flicked on the lights and closed the door behind them as they entered. The sound of the latch clicking made the teens jump. Sharon smiled at them and turned to flip the deadbolt.

Matt looked like a scared rabbit. He looked at Jareth. He was trembling, too.

“Dude, is this really happening?” Jareth asked his friend.

“No way, I’ve gotta be dreaming,” answered Matt. In spite of his fear, his teenaged prick was rock hard, visibly tenting the fabric of his jeans.

“Oh, this is real,” Sharon purred. “It’s all real.”

The busty MILF glided across the room and leaned sensually against the breakroom table. Apart from it and a few folding chairs, the room was sparsely furnished. Vintage videogame posters and unused promotional materials piled up in the corners, and the carpet was frayed and grimy from years of neglect. The air smelled like pizza, but the only scent the boys were focused on was the smell of Sharon’s thick perfume.

Sharon finished unbuttoning her blouse and tossed it behind her onto the table. The boys stood mesmerized at the sight of her bobbing tits as she shook her shoulders back and forth for them. Sharon smirked as she put on her little show.

She turned her back to them and reached behind to undo her bra. The boys’ mouths gaped. Apart from sneaking into R-rated movies and swiped porno mags, neither Matt nor Jareth had seen real tits, much less a pair as huge as Sharon’s. She paused with her fingertips on the hooks.

“Well?” she asked.

“Huh?”

“What?” The hypnotized teens blinked out of their daze.

“Doesn’t one of you boys want to help me with my bra?” she asked.

“H-help you?” Jareth’s voice cracked a little.

“This is supposed to be a learning experience, isn’t it? I bet neither of you boys has any idea how to take off a girl’s bra.”

“Um…”

“Uhh…”

“Do either of you want to try?” she asked.

“I-I will!” Matt volunteered, stepping forward and reaching out.

“Dude!” Jareth gaped at his friend’s boldness.

“What? The lady asked for help,” he said, smirking back at Jareth.

The second his fingers touched the hooks, Sharon whirled around. Her melon-sized tits slapped his hands away and he was left, gaping in shock at the glistening length of her cleavage.

“Not like that!” Sharon scolded. “Any idiot can undo a bra when he can see what he’s doing!”

“But how else am I supposed to—”

“What? Every time you’re in bed with a girl you’re going to ask her to turn around for you? You think any woman would want to date someone so pathetic?” Sharon raised an eyebrow at him.

“Uhh…” Matt didn’t know how to answer.

“Here.” She reached out and took his hands. Slowly, irresistibly, she pulled him close until his nose was pressing into her collarbone. He could feel her bodyheat rising off her tits, hear her heartbeat. Strong perfume filled his nostrils as well as just the slightest, subtle smell of her natural body sweat. He felt his cock press against her thigh, bumping against the bulge of her own rising erection.

“In the heat of the moment, you can’t stop everything to ask your girl to turn around. You need to take charge,” Sharon purred, guiding Matt’s hands so that they wrapped around her waist. He could feel the weight of her tits on his shoulders and biceps. Her cock throbbed visibly in her jeans. He felt the first set of bra hooks.

“There you go,” she said. “Now, show me how you’d handle a woman. Show me what you’d do with Nadine.” Her breath was hot in his ear.

Trembling, Matt fumbled with the hooks, his fingers felt like clumsy sausages trying to work the tiny clasps. His heart was racing; how could this be so difficult?

“Dude let me have a try,” complained Jareth. “You suck at this.”

“Dude, shut up,” said Matt. He felt a pop. Sharon gave a sigh of satisfaction.

“Ooh,” she breathed. “One down, three to go.”

He started on the next hook. Just as he almost had it, Sharon started to squirm, she grabbed him by the back of his head and smushed his face into her cleavage, moaning loaudly.

“Mmmf! Mrrrm!” he grunted. “What the hell?”

“What? You think when you’re getting hot and heavy that everything’s just going to stop while she patiently waits for you to get her bra off? That’s almost as pathetic as asking her to turn around!” Sharon leered. “She’s gonna be moving! Wiggling!—” she nipped his shoulder and he let out a yelp of pain.

“Biting…” she grinned evilly.

Matt reached back and went to work again on her bra while she ground her bulge against his hips and moaned. Somehow, he had no idea how, he managed to undo the next two clasps in spite of being half-suffocated by Sharon’s monster melons. She moaned with delight and stuck her hands down the back of his jeans to squeeze his taut, teenage buns.

“Oooh! So firm!” she cooed.

Jareth watched, stroking his hard-on through his pants, unable to take his eyes off the lascivious display.

Miraculously, Matt undid the final hook and Sharon’s bra fell away. She slid her arms up and out of the straps like a snake, letting the undergarment drop to the floor. Matt staggered back to watch as her humungous tits bounced free. The melon-sized orbs were huge and heavy, dropping down past the bottom of her ribcage and swinging freely. In spite of their weight, their pert, puffy areolae and thumb-sized nipples still pointed outwards. Blue veins traced their way along the tops and sides of her glorious, gleaming gazongas.

“Holy fuck!” Matt gaped. Jareth ran over to stand shoulder to shoulder with his friend, the two of them crowding to see even though there was plenty of room for both.

“Damn, Mrs. Sharon!” Jareth bit his knuckles. “Those are some bomb-ass tits!”

She grinned and pushed them up between her arms, jiggling them like a stripper.

Jareth dug into his pocket and pulled out his phone to snap a picture.

“Ah ah!” Sharon’s hand shot out like a cobra and snatched the phone out of his hands.

“Hey!” he objected.

“If you want pictures, you’re gonna have to earn them,” said Sharon. She winked and undid the top button of her fly to expose the black, lacy top of her underwear. With the other hand, she tucked Jareth’s phone into the elastic of her panties, pushing it down until it vanished from sight.

“Mrs. Uh… Sharon I need my phone,” said Jareth, unable to take his eyes off the sliver of black lace and the tuft of dark pubic hair peeking out over the top.

“Come and get it then…” Sharon took a few steps backward until she was leaning up against the break room table. She lay back and smirked at Jareth as she flexed her thighs open and closed.

“I’ll get it,” Matt volunteered, stepping forward. Jareth cut him off.

“No way, dude! You got to do her bra!” said Jareth, shouldering his friend aside and walking up to Sharon. He kneeled down in front of her, his face just inches from her throbbing, salami-sized bulge. He could see the denim was damp where her leaking precum had soaked through.

The moment his face was between her legs, she snapped her thighs closed like a Venus flytrap, squeezing his head like a vice.

“Mmmm!” she moaned as he struggled, breaking out into laughter as he began to flail helplessly against her surprisingly toned thighs. She grabbed double handfuls of his hair and shoved his face deep into her crotch. He could feel the hard case of his phone pressing into his nose. There was a “ding!” and his phone vibrated, eliciting a delighted giggle from Sharon.

“Ooh, you got a text!” She fished down the front of her pants and whipped out the phone.

“Who’s Cindy?” she asked, glancing down at him from the side of her eye as she held the phone theatrically in front of her.

“Nobody! Can I have my phone back?” His words came muffled from between her thighs. She squeezed him tighter by way of response, ignoring his struggles.

“Cindy says ‘hey hot stuff! Where ‘u’ at?’” Sharon read aloud.

“Matt, get my phone,” Jareth grunted, still struggling.

“Stay right where you are.” Sharon pointed at Matt without looking at him. He froze on the spot as if she’d just cast a magic spell.

Sharon started typing a response to Cindy’s text. When Jareth realized what she was doing, he yanked his head from the bottom of her thighs and rolled away. He tried to leap on top of her, but she held him at bay with her bare foot, clenching her toes around his T-shirt and pushing him back. He pushed back as hard as he could, sending her sprawling across the table, but she still didn’t stop texting.

“No! Nooo!” he yelled, grabbing for the phone. The pair tangled on the table for several seconds, Sharon cackling evilly as she fought to punch out the last few characters of her message. With a last, grab, Jareth was able to get both hands around Sharon’s wrist, but not before he heard the unmistakable chime of the “message sent” alert.

“No! NO! What the hell did you say?” He snatched at the phone, flailing to grab it as if it were a slick bar of soap. Finally he caught it and held it up to read the text.

“I’m at arcade. Cum over, 'winkyface,'” he read aloud. He whirled on Sharon, who shrugged playfully.

The phone chimed and he lifted it up again. He didn’t read aloud, but Sharon could see his lips moving. “On my way, lol.” He shot her a glare.

“I thought she might like to play with us,” Sharon smiled. “Her profile pic looks cute.”

“What do you mean, ‘play?’” Jareth asked, warily.

Sharon clucked her tongue.

“Dear oh dear, you boys really do have a lot to learn,” she lamented. “Luckily, we have plenty of time before she gets here to get you up to speed…”